cariño, eres un amor

sometimes u think abt all the people who didn’t choose u and u make peace with it and other times u let it eat u alive. russian roulette baby

yea tonight i’m letting it eat me alive 

i hate this idea that if you’re a hater you’re automatically not a lover. i love a lot of things, i just happen to despise what You like. 

every august without fail is like i will give you some of the most beautiful golden summer moments of your life but also you will be thinking about childhood and loss constantly. it will always be either 5pm or 2am

yeah yeah yeah mortifying ordeal of being known and all that but sometimes a friend mentions something about you that you didn’t think was noticeable and it feels like your heart is being cradled in their hands

microdosing on vulnerability by saying 'yeah..........' in the tags of poems i rb that i identify with

love my coworkers (my mutuals). we are all working unpaid jobs on this app

wow this cannot be good for me *keeps doing it*